Ask Invasion Onderon Sent to Detention

Maura Starwalk

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Her blade connected. It didn't cut all the way through like it maybe could have, but that was more than okay. Her blade connected, and then her opponent fell screaming to the ground. He didn't go down without a last-ditch effort to hurt her back, but @Wodan's lightning was easily deflected with her saber.

"He's crying?" Maura immediately felt the color dissipate from her cheeks as his tears, his screams, and the sizzling wounds across his thighs dawned on her. She was conflicted. On one hand, she felt bad, but not because she'd defended herself. No, she felt wholly justified in her defense. If given the chance, he would've speared her like a fish and tossed her over a bonfire to cook. "Do the Sith eat people?" He was the invader; she was the defender. So Maura couldn't pinpoint why she felt bad. All she knew was that as she stood there, staring at the now unconscious man, there was guilt in her throat.

"N- no!" Despite her black eyes being transfixed on Wodan, the padawan's sharp ears couldn't miss the conversation going on within meters of her left. "It's ok! I'll take him to a hospital! I'll- I'll find one!" The padawan would interrupt the exchange between @Hailee Lightwood and @Caelian with an almost panicked voice. She couldn't just leave him there! And surely Hailee wouldn't be able to muster up the energy to try and heal such a deep wound after fighting so hard...

After gathering the Force around her, Maura would step over to Wodan, snake her hands under the crook of his legs and under his shoulders, and then lift the Firrerrian into her arms. She'd made up her mind. She wasn't going to ask for permission. "Ask for forgiveness, not permission, right?" That should really be her motto by this point.

That, and, "Gotta go fast!"

Using the Force she'd been pulling into herself, Maura tensed her arms and core, then began to speed off toward the city with the much larger @Wodan in her long little arms.

/ Exit Attempt

Braden and I agreed on doing a follow-up to this PvP so that's what we're speeding off to do :))

tags: @LadyRen @Xorism @Braden
 

Hauron Solus

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Just as quickly as Hauron felt the unwelcome sensation begin to take hold of his right arm, it evaporated as his second blaster bolt took struck its target. But his action was not without consequence as he would learn. The first bolt he had shot towards Vahliri's hip would be returned and reach the Mikkian at nearly the same time his second clipped the Sith. However unlike her, the Mandalorian was wearing armor. The medium blaster bolt hit Hauron in the chest the made him swerve in the air, leaving a hole in the durasteel plating where it had impacted on his chest. But the Solus would be spared with only some bleed through of the heated plasma.

Hit by a returned shot from his own weapon, the warrior hesitated slightly and tried to recover quickly from his wound. Hauron's teeth gritted behind his helmet as his left Westar refrained from firing more shots right away. He lifted higher into the air, not allowing the mystic Force to be used to drag him back down to the roof's surface.

Hauron wanted to still fight. He wanted to slay the Sith and fully defeat them to the very end. But that was the blood lust, the adrenaline motivating him with his baser instincts towards a dangerous edge that could lead to his own demise if he wasn't careful. Hauron reeled himself in and knew to be in control of his emotions. Discipline was key otherwise he would over extend himself and end up paying for it.

Despite being wounded, he would fly over the roof and watch as the Champion beneath him began to make a tactical retreat. Breathing heavily, he watched her go, wanting to pursue her. The Mandalorian did not have a trophy, he did not have anything except his injuries. No, that wasn't true. He had survived and beaten the Sith. If the fight had continued he knew he would have won, and he hoped the robed woman did too.

"That's right! Run! RUN AND HIDE!" He bellowed after her, shooting after her and making a better effort to avoid reflected blaster bolts than before. The shots would bear no fruit however as the Sith escaped into the building. It was their turn to be afraid. The words echoed down to the city streets even as Hauron began to more gently descend back to the roof. His chest was already beginning to hurt something awful. Where had Romeo gone, and the other Sith? Who else remained to make up the defensive forces of Onderon?

The moment his feet touched the roof, his right leg nearly gave out. The pain from the force projected lightening was not to be taken lightly but the Mandalorian steadied himself. The injury hidden by his under suit and body glove would later reveal a scar the Mikkian would have for the rest of his life unless he sought cosmetic surgery. But it would not stop him from fighting again.

Before exhaustion came over him from the adrenaline rush receding, Hauron took a moment to appreciate the victory as he looked out from the roof top. The Sith forces were in retreat. He did not know why they had come, nor did he care. The day was won and he had survived, not to mention making the dark side sorcerers pay for their attack. He knew not to be greedy and want for more. I hope I made you proud Buir. I feel proud, even as I bleed.

His shoulders rose and fell as he caught his breath. A whisp of smoke rose from the dent in his chest plate that would need care at a later time. Unslinging his Galaar-15 from his back, Hauron knew there was still a chance there were foes nearby. He took a moment, learning his lesson from the fight and switched the weapon's setting over to stun. The Solus needed medical attention but the same could be said for countless others. He hoped he could find someone that wouldn't attack him on sight or give him up to some other organization. That would be an adventure in its own right probably.

@Altaris End Thread?
The attempts to shoot at Vahliri further in this post is purely theatrical and for flavor. The exit attempt by Vahliri and other Sith is not obstructed. GG
 
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Darth Raze

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The Dark Lord stared at Cassian Graves while the King of Onderon’s eyes bulged out as he frantically attempted to grasp at his neck. His family began to scatter and perhaps the Consul thought he could prevent or delay the inevitable. Raze was far more efficient than that. The moment Cassian began to move, there was the quietest but sickest crunch that resounded behind him. If he looked, he would realize that the King of Onderon’s neck was clearly snapped in one fluid motion. The man was then tossed across like a rag doll, landing in a heap directly in the path of his escaping family with his head twisted unnaturally. The sight would be one that would torment and haunt his relatives for the rest of their lives.

The Dark Lord paid it no heed, watching as Cassian approached him. The Zeltron would find himself suddenly in a bind, the Force coiled powerfully around him to where he couldn’t control his movements. He didn’t have the ability to speak either. Raze slowly began to walk around him, taking slow, leisurely steps as he circled around the Consul.

"You look familiar," the Zeltron addressed the Sith. He was just buying time and talking nonsense. Any other politician would have done the same. "Have I insulted you before?" Then he charged headfirst, unsheathing the vibro sword concealed within his staff. There was no turning back now.

“As a matter of fact,” The Dark Lord’s heavily modulated voice rang out, “You have,” He said in response to Cassian’s question. Just then, the Zeltron would be flooded with images of multiple senate sessions or meetings. He would see among them Emryc Thorne and how close he had been to the man. He would see the Dark Lord’s image juxtaposed above the half Sephi’s the flood of pictures and sentiments revealing the horrible, awful true nature of Raze’s identity. All while Cassian couldn’t communicate or utter a single word. It was a secret only he would know and be plagued with.

Raze completed the circle around Cassian and came to face him again. Without a word, he oppressively used the Force on the man again, this time causing his arm to slowly rise. Cassian had no ability to release or drop the vibrosword that hummed to life. Instead of actively attacking Cassian, the Dark Lord stood calmly across him while the Zeltron’s arm began to raise of its own accord, bringing his own buzzing vibrosword towards his own chest. All while the Dark Lord watched with quiet amusement.

@llamallove
 

Cassian Graves

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These were Cassian's last moments. He understood that now. Maybe he'd realized it as soon he'd stepped foot out of his office, or as soon as he'd watched Sith destroyers break through Onderon's atmosphere.

The Zeltron had already accepted his fate, but he refused to die by his own hand. This Sith—the real monster behind the mask that was Emryc Thorne—would have to kill the Zeltron himself. With the last of his remaining strength, Cassian's hands slipped away from the hilt of his trusted vibrosword, seconds before it penetrated his body.

Cassian collapsed against the courtyard, against the cobblestone pathway that he had walked a thousand times before. Blood had already begun to flood his lungs, and he could taste the familiar copper liquid in his mouth. His lips parted to say something, one last witty remark, one last barbed comment, but he couldn't speak. He merely spluttered, coughing up blood. Gone was the Consul's signature, playful smile that he was known for.

All that was left was the shell of the man. He'd never watch the lanterns rise above Iziz at the annual Aureum Celebration again, and he'd never have to sit through another one of Kiacro's lengthy reprovals. He'd never get to exchange insults with Vaisra or watch Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl's blood pressure rise, and worst of all—he'd never get to hear Reyna's laugh or feel the warmth of her dark hand brush against his cheek again. Those were all memories now.

Maybe he ought to have married her and let her make an honest man out of him, like she'd always wanted. A pang of regret settled in his stomach at the thought, but it was too late for that now. Much too late.

Cassian didn't want the cold-blooded mask of a monster to be the last thing he saw before he died, so he turned his head toward the west and watched the sun set on Onderon one last time.
 

Thayd Karkoza

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Thayd was pretty much done here, but there was just one more thing. As he watched Maura collect the wounded Sith and dash off, his eyes narrowed in thought and he walked over to the area where Wodan had fallen. There on the ground was the Sith acolyte's spear. He picked it up. Warm to the touch. Good weight. Good balance. Thayd appraised it to be a remarkable weapon, and decided it shouldn't be left on the ground like a common piece of trash. He put it over his shoulder, glanced left, right, then departed from the area.



/ Exit
 
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